DC: I Reported Bruce Wayne… Then He Adopted Me Chapter 8 8: Look, what a handsome black-haired, blue-eyed l

Bruce maintained a sweet smile and conversed with the Director of Green Orphanage.

The Director was a serious-looking lady with her hair tightly pulled back into a bun, every strand slicked back with hair oil.

She adjusted her square-frad glasses with one hand.

"Ah, Mr. Wayne, to be honest with you, I've only been in charge of this orphanage for less than a month. But my concern for the children will certainly be no less than anyone else's."

"For a prominent figure like you to visit them often is very beneficial for the children's growth."

Bruce smiled and nodded repeatedly, but his mind drifted to a conversation that had taken place previously.

Compared to the Director, who had been in charge of the orphanage for less than a month, Batman might have a deeper understanding of it.

Last night, Robin typed on the computer, searching for information, and finally ca to a sowhat surprising conclusion.

"Green Orphanage, the one Theodore is in, has already changed Directors three tis in two months."

Batman gestured with his eyes for him to continue.

Tim pressed a button on the Batcomputer, and the files on the screen automatically scrolled down.

"The first Director died in his office from an overdose."

"He usually neglected his duties, and the orphanage staff thought he had absconded again, until the sll beca unbearable and his body was discovered. Because he was too fat, with too much body fat, the floor seams in the office still… ugh."

Pursing his lips, Tim put down his coffee cup, skipping the clearly appetite-ruining section, and looked directly at the next person's file.

"The second Director quickly took over. He directly abandoned the previous Director's office and found a new room to move into—very sensible, it seems he wasn't brain-drained by drugs."

"But half a month later, the second Director died in a gang infighting. When the police investigated, they discovered that for many years, this Director had been deeply involved in human trafficking, and when he was at other orphanages before, he had supplied many "goods" to the gangs."

Batman maintained his arms-crossed posture, not relaxing.

"What about the third Director?"

"That would be the current Director. She is very serious, frugal, and respectable. She has been in office for over a month now, and no problems have been found so far."

"When did Theodore co to this orphanage?"

"—And that's where the drama is, Bat."

Tim leaned back, his weight resting on the chair. He brought his knees to his chest, and with a push forward, the wheeled chair smoothly rolled back several ters. The backrest seed to have eyes, making a sharp left turn and accelerating, stopping steadily in front of Batman.

"Two and a half months ago, Theodore was found by guards at the entrance of Arkham Asylum. The police sent him to Green Orphanage and completed the enrollnt procedures for Gotham High School."

Batman's sharp, steel-blue gaze swept across the screen.

"And a week later, the orphanage's first Director died in his office."

"Yes. That's how it is."

Tim symbolically made the sign of the cross over his chest: "It's hard to feel sorry about that."

The mask covered the upper half of Batman's face. From Tim's angle, he could only see the man's firm, taut jaw and lips.

A mont later, Batman made a decisive decision: "I will go to Green Orphanage to take a look."

"As Bruce?"

"As Bruce."

The mory ended. Bruce wore his signature sweet smile, nodding absently, as if agreeing with every word the Director said.

His eyes also held a honey-like smile, sweeping over the children like the gentlest sunlight on a rainless Gotham afternoon.

Bruce asked knowingly, "Director, are these all the children in Green Orphanage?"

The Director adjusted her glasses: "Everyone should be here, let see… Oh, no, it seems one is missing."

"Don't leave such a regret, please let see all the children."

Bruce blinked innocently: "Today is a good day. I want to personally give each person a gift, so they can keep a beautiful mory for many years to co. Where is the missing child? I can wait for him to arrive."

"Where is Theodore?" The Director imdiately turned to ask her assistant, "He must still be upstairs, he just accidentally missed the notification. Anna, go call him down."

Five minutes later, Theodore ca downstairs behind Miss Anna, his hair a ssy bird's nest, wearing a pair of worn-out slippers, his expression silent and annoyed.

Bruce pretended not to notice his reluctance and began enthusiastically distributing gifts to everyone.

Theodore, of course, also received one.

It was a gift box the size of an adult man's palm, exquisitely wrapped in powder-blue paper, tied with a large pink satin bow.

Theodore weighed the gift box in his hand, looked at it through the wrapping for a while, then raised an eyebrow and unhesitatingly handed the gift to Annie, the girl next to him.

He had originally thought that after all the gifts were given out, Wayne's whim would end, and he could go upstairs.

Unexpectedly, Bruce showed no intention of leaving.

To help Mr. Wayne understand the orphans' daily lives better, the Director gestured for everyone to stay in the yard, walking, chatting, and playing gas, making sure to show a positive and uplifting spirit.

Theodore didn't want to play gas; he just wanted to stay as far away from Wayne as possible.